He's got the temperament of a lion, and she's just the one to tame
him.

Police records clerk Emma Beaumont has always played it safe, never
taking many risks. Quiet, shy, and a little overweight, she's convinced herself
that she's comfortable with the way her life is. That is until she lays eyes on
incredibly sexy Lieutenant Johnny Street. But she's never met anyone with such a
terrible attitude. He's a jerk. Everyone thinks so.

Little by little,
Emma is forced to uncover a stronger, spunkier part of herself, one that isn't
afraid to stand up to him. As she gets to know him, she starts seeing glimpses
of a very different man. A man who has known great heartache, and as it turns
out, has good reason for embracing such bitterness. Behind his sharp tongue and
harsh demeanor, lies a young man who's desperately afraid of losing what's left
of himself.

As Emma's intense desire for Johnny turns to love, she will
have to ask herself how far she'll go to chip away at his frosty heart. And at
what cost.

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and strong
languageExcerpt:

"So this is it, huh?"

Johnny could
tell she was on the verge of tears.

"You're going to completely shut
down, or whatever you do, and not acknowledge what happened between
us."

"What's to acknowledge? I was drunk. End of story." Opening the
door, he turned. "I don't know what you're hoping for, Beaumont, but I'm not it.
Go find a nice accountant or something."

She pursed her lips until they
practically disappeared. Her cheeks were on fire. "How dare you? How dare you
treat me like that? We're not at work. I didn't have to come here, and you know
it. I came here to do you a favor."

"You came here because you wanted to
get laid."

She threw her hands in the air. "No wonder no one can stand
you! You're unbelievable."

Maybe. But it was working. She'd leave him
alone after this.

"They may not like me, but I've never pretended to be
something I'm not. Unlike you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She was
breathing heavily, her breasts straining underneath the sheer pink blouse that
was just a little too tight for business attire. His throat was bone dry, and
all of a sudden he wanted another beer. Anything to make whatever this was go
away.

"It means that innocent act you put on is a load of crap." That was
a lie. He knew damned well she didn't sleep around.

Her mouth hung open.
"Excuse me?"

Time to move in for the kill. He leaned closer, ignoring how
she smelled, ignoring how her pulse drummed at the hollow of her throat.
Ignoring everything but the overwhelming instinct to push her away. "Let's just
say I know I wouldn't be the first, Beaumont, or the last."

With cat-like
quickness, she slapped him across the face. Hard. "Go to hell."

Before
she could turn away, he clamped onto her wrist and yanked her back
around.

"You're hurting me."

"Don't ever do that again." He pulled
her close. She was rigid, furious. She tried pulling free, but he just tightened
his grip.Let her go, Street. Now.

A long, honey colored strand of hair
had fallen over one of her eyes, which were settled on him with such hostility
that he almost did let her go. Almost. The skin on the inside of her wrist slid
against the pad of his fingers like silk. He yanked her even closer, hating
himself for being so rough, but not knowing how to be anything else. Her chest
brushed up against his, her face only inches away.

"You know what I
think?" he said.

Refusing to answer, she continued looking at him like
she wanted to stick a knife between his ribs.

"I don't think you want me
to let you go." He looked from her eyes, to her lips, to her chest, barely able
to stand still next to her. "I think you like this."

She yanked her wrist
free with surprising strength, but made no move to back away. "You make me
sick."

"You wish I made you sick." As fast as she'd slapped him, he
cupped the back of her head and crushed his lips to hers.

For Kaylie
Newell, storytelling is in the blood. Growing up the daughter of two gifted
writers, she knew eventually she’d want to follow in their footsteps. While
she’s written short stories her whole life, it wasn’t until after her kids were
born that she decided to shoot for the moon and write her first romance novel.
She hasn’t looked back since!

Kaylie lives in Southern Oregon with her
husband, two little girls, an elderly Chihuahua mix, and two indifferent
cats.

I SELECTED TWO WINNERS AND SENT OUT EMAILS TODAY TO THOSE LUCKY PEOPLE. STEPHANIE AND CAROL ARE THE WINNERS. YIPPIE! Hello all, and thank you for participating in the BW blog hop. The Beachwalk Blog Hop is over and I am waiting for our specially mixed finger nail polish to show up at my door step. Then I will be selecting the winners soon of the giveaways mentioned. I hope you all had fun checking out the new books and authors at Beachwalk Press.

update below:

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